I continue to walk Maya. As we started this morning it seemed like the perfect day to take an Irish setter walking. The air held a faint mist and the sky was pallid. The temperature was barely above 40 degrees Fahrenheit. It was easy to imagine us in County Clare roaming some bog. At first Maya seemed a little cold and I felt a bit guilty in my dual-layered jacket, but she was fine once we started. It was the ideal temperature for a brisk walk.
The only thing was our pace wasn’t so brisk. We covered the same route as yesterday, but reversed it. The trail leads around the side of the lake near the road, then skirts the hill and later descends to the wetlands, where the pointed, purple-streaked skunk cabbage domes were coming up.
Giving Maya more than the usual time to explore, it took us an hour and a quarter to walk three miles. I’m wondering if I’m not pushing her a bit with such long walks. She’s only three and a half months old, but she seems to manage fine. We had the place completely to ourselves and met no one save a few squirrels and then some deer that took off from us when we explored and old road that imagine led between the rocky fields when the land was farmed.
With these walks that I’m able to give her this week, since I’ve taken a few days off from work, Maya crashes fairly early, curling up tonight on the basement couch with us as we watched Survivor, which we recorded last night. All I have to do is roust her and take her out to pee quickly and then she goes into her crate a tuckered out and contented pup.
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